Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Enslaving the Heart ❯ Cleansing ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.22.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 342 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.22.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 342 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 9-22-02
(Enslaving the Heart - Chapter Six: Cleansing)
rated: R - adult language, content
shounen-ai/extreme AU
Cleansing
Hilde lifted the heavy dress from the wardrobe and held it out for
Lady Relena, "The blue compliments your eyes, milady."
"No, I don't want the blue. The rose dress, Hilde. The one with the
cream ribbons," Relena smiled slightly at the image of herself in the
dress, which was one of her favorites.
"Excellent choice, milady," Hilde replied with finely toned respect
and awe. The dress having been selected, the petticoats, overskirts
and stockings were removed from their respective drawers and arranged
upon the edge of Relena's bed. "Do you want the silk slippers to
match, milady?"
"The cream ones, not the pink." Relena walked over and took her place
beside the bed, arms held out like a porcelain doll. Hilde and
another attendant, Mariemaia, carefully dressed their mistress,
careful not to make a single mistake. Hilde had once witness Relena's
wrath upon a careless seamstress who had pierced Relena's skin with
her needle.
Sufficiently dressed, Relena glided across the large bedchamber to
take a seat in front of her vanity mirror. She half turned her head
to catch Hilde and Mariemaia in a fierce glare as she lifted her fine
bonded hands. Instantly, Hilde realized their mistake and all but ran
over to slip the white kid gloves on Relena. She noted absently that
they were cream with rose edging.
Please don't let her flog me, Hilde thought frantically, lowering
into a deep curtsy as she murmured apologies.
Surprisingly, Relena smiled benevolently and waved them away. Greatly
relieved, Hilde took up position in a corner with Mariemaia, doing
her best to look equally chastised and fearful. Appearances were what
kept one alive in service to Lady Relena Peacecraft.
The bedchamber doors swung open to admit Madame Noin, followed by the
timid hairdresser, Cassinilla, who looked about ready to hide under
the bed to escape Relena's scorn. Today, however, the young mistress
seemed to be in a rather pleasant mood as she all but ignored the
fearful slave.
"Milady, the letter from your brother has arrived," Noin said in a
carefully guarded tone. Hilde had seen her cast eyes on the
Peacecraft lord and was greatly amused by the woman's attempts as
secrecy.
Relena eagerly held her hand out and took the letter, pausing to run
a finger over the wax seal before breaking it. She quickly scanned
over the contents without letting her head move, much to Cassinilla's
relief. Once her hair was brushed and woven with the small, twin
braids she favored, Mariemaia supplied a matching ribbon which the
hairdresser used to tie back the small braids.
"I want the diamonds today," Relena said with a glint in her eyes
Hilde found most unsettling. Mariemaia dutifully opened the large
velvet jewelry box and took out a pair of diamond earbobs, displaying
them briefly for Relena's approval before attaching them through the
lobes on her ear. On reflex, Hilde reached up to touch her own silver
earring, wondering how the diamond earbobs would look on her.
"My brother will be returning for the Harvest Festival," Relena said
brightly, looking to Noin as Mariemaia adorned her with the matching
necklace and bracelets. "I want everything in perfect condition for
him. Refurnish his old rooms into pristine condition, blue and gold
with copper accents. Spare no expense," Relena added thoroughly, her
excited clearly visible.
Noin nodded, curtsying slightly as Relena stood and moved away from
the ministrations of Cassinilla, who gratefully retreated to the
corner with Hilde and Mariemaia.
The Lady admired herself in the looking glass for a moment, patting
her golden hair and smoothing out the silk of her gown. "Bring me the
new slave, Heero."
"Milady?"
"Bring me Heero, and then go see Mistress Po about your terrible
hearing problems!" Relena snapped, nervous impatience shooting out
from her crystalline eyes. Hilde silently thanked the powers that be
she didn't have Noin's job.
"Yes...milady," Noin said in a soft whisper, leaving the room like a
whipped puppy, but Hilde saw the slight anger glint across the
Madame's features.
Relena waved her hand in dismissal to the three attendants in the
corner, "Remove yourselves for the morning."
Gratefully, the three of them filed out and into relative freedom.
Cassinilla had other duties to attend to besides Relena's hair, most
of them being menial housekeeping, but Hilde and Mariemaia's only job
was attending to violate Relena. They escaped back up to their shared
room, giggling slightly with the knowledge of poor Heero's fate.
Whoever this Heero boy was...
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No sooner had he settled into rhythm with Sarilyn and the dishes,
Noin appeared in the kitchen and caused quite a stir, snapping at
anyone who dared place a toe out of line. Sarilyn didn't pause in her
washing as her assistant was led away, but a little disappointment
trailed across her face at the loss of a good pair of hands. The
dishes would take twice as long, now.
Heero, for his part, felt apprehensive about meeting with Lady Relena
again and was not looking forward to it. He was mildly tempted to
grab a vase of the nearest table and smash it over Noin's head to
gain a brief flight. Maybe they would have him flogged. Flogging
suddenly seemed appealing compared to the monster that lurked in...
Rose silk.
"Milady," Noin said politely, turning and taking her prompt leave
after having deposited Heero in Relena's parlor once more.
Relena crossed her slim legs daintily at the ankles and seemingly
ignored Heero, looking up after her point was made. "Hello, Heero,
please have a seat," she said cordially, waving a gloved hand to the
stuffed armchair beside her.
After he had seated himself in the indicated chair, Relena seemed
merely content to stare at him in hopes he would lift his eyes or
move out of line and speak. Remembering well yesterday's encounter,
Heero wisely locked eyes with the carpet and kept silent.
Unfazed, Relena got up from her chair and walked over the fireplace,
drifting her fingers across the stone mantle, "What am I to do with
you, Heero? You're already marked for domestic work by your earring,
but I suppose I could always have it changed to copper. Would you
like that, Heero? There's an opening at one of the machines."
"Whatever pleases milady," Heero said in perfect imitation of the
dutiful servant.
Relena scowled with intense disapproval and quickly closed the
distance between them, grabbing Heero's chin and jerking his face up
to meet hers. Heero found himself staring at her cleavage and quickly
looked away, focusing on a spot somewhere around her forehead.
"I bought you for a reason," she hissed, releasing his chin and
backing away slightly, smoothing down the ruffled silk of her skirt.
"Whatever you may think of me..." Relena drew her eyebrows down into
a firm crease before quickly schooling her features into a far more
pleasing arrangement.
As if struck by a sudden inspiration, she crossed over to the door
and tugged on the braided cord. The door opened to admit one of her
attendants, a clever looking young woman with short cropped dark hair
and coal black eyes.
"Hilde, go and fetch Trowa from the stables. Quick, girl," Relena
added, firmly closing the door in the girl's face. Heero jolted
slightly at her mentioning Trowa. He was unsure of what Relena was
doing, and he didn't like the feeling one bit.
"You see Heero, I run this entire estate. There is no Lord Peacecraft,
unless you count my brother. Me, a woman, a dainty Lady trained from
birth to be like a vase. A pretty little vase," Relena whispered,
stroking Heero's cheek with one finger.
Heero had the most unnatural urge to rip the bloody finger off and
shove it down Relena's throat. It would send him a painful death and
forever destroy any hope of returning to his home, but at least it
would feel really, really good.
Presently, Hilde returned and led Trowa into the parlor. Hilde seemed
to know what was going on by the manner in which she whispered
something to Trowa that sounded like, "Good luck."
Trowa's answering nod was barely noticeable and he and Hilde quickly
parted as the Lady turned around. "Ah, Trowa," Relena all but purred,
moving away from Heero to brush her skirts against his legs. She
frowned slightly, taking in his disheveled form, "This won't do at
all," she cried, backing away as if the boy had the pox.
Emerald eyes blinked as Trowa looked down at his clothes, stained
with hard work in the stables. The musky odor of horses and outdoor
wafted off from him as he shrugged slightly and looked expectantly in
Relena's general direction, careful not to look her in the eye.
"Heero, come along," Relena called as if addressing a favorite dog as
she led Trowa from the parlor and into her adjoining bedchamber.
Crossing through that as well, she held upon the door to her bathroom
and waved them both inside.
Bending, she fetched two buckets from over near the impressive
porcelain tub and handed them over. "Fill the tub with hot water
from
the kitchens. Hurry, and take the slave's passage," she added,
knocking a wall panel to have it slide back and reveal a dark and
twisting corridor.
Heero followed Trowa, who at least seemed to know what was going on.
He hurried to walk along side the boy, whose longer legs carried him
at a much quicker stride. "Does she mean to bath you?" Heero asked
with great curiosity.
Trowa nodded slightly, glancing over in what looked like sympathy.
Heero felt a responding rise of anger and they made the rest of the
trip in silence. It took several trips to get enough water to satisfy
Relena, and once they were through she ordered Trowa to take off his
clothes and get in.
Not wanting to intrude upon Trowa's privacy, Heero edged for the door.
"Stay," Relena purred, nodding to an ottoman she had dragged in from
the antechamber. Heero uneasily sat on the fluffed stool and fixed
his eyes upon the floor, burning holes into the marble with his gaze.
Relena stood over him for a few moments to signify she was in
control, then went over and stood near the tub as Trowa knelt into
the water, which barely rose to his waist.
Relena sniffed at the cakes of soap along the cabinet and selected
one, handing it over to Trowa with a smile, "Jasmine."
Taking the soap from her, Trowa nodded and set to the task of washing
under Relena's interested eye. Once Trowa had conjured up a decent
lather, the Lady turned from the procedure and address Heero sharply,
"Go and fetch a bucket if water for rinsing."
Heero all but fled, grateful to leave the madness. Madness, madness!
Bloody hell, did Relena intend to bath HIM as well? Heero debated
fleeing right then and there, to hell with plans and consequences.
No, it went against his training for him to act without thought.
As he went further into the passage, the lingering fragrance of
jasmine faded until all he could smell was reassuring dirt and stale
air. Filth had never seemed so appealing...
~*~*~*~*~*~*End*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Woah, two in one day. Dare I try for three? It's not
even three o' clock in the afternoon yet! (I've been up since nine...)
Behold the power of Extreme Alternate Universe!
And, yes, because you've been screaming for it, there WILL be 1x2x1
action in this 'fic, I promise! Really! *hides from angry mob*
I'm all sad, no reviews for chapter five yet. Aww... *sobs*
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated! More chapters soon.
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LSE - "Violet" (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
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(Enslaving the Heart - Chapter Six: Cleansing)
rated: R - adult language, content
shounen-ai/extreme AU
Cleansing
Hilde lifted the heavy dress from the wardrobe and held it out for
Lady Relena, "The blue compliments your eyes, milady."
"No, I don't want the blue. The rose dress, Hilde. The one with the
cream ribbons," Relena smiled slightly at the image of herself in the
dress, which was one of her favorites.
"Excellent choice, milady," Hilde replied with finely toned respect
and awe. The dress having been selected, the petticoats, overskirts
and stockings were removed from their respective drawers and arranged
upon the edge of Relena's bed. "Do you want the silk slippers to
match, milady?"
"The cream ones, not the pink." Relena walked over and took her place
beside the bed, arms held out like a porcelain doll. Hilde and
another attendant, Mariemaia, carefully dressed their mistress,
careful not to make a single mistake. Hilde had once witness Relena's
wrath upon a careless seamstress who had pierced Relena's skin with
her needle.
Sufficiently dressed, Relena glided across the large bedchamber to
take a seat in front of her vanity mirror. She half turned her head
to catch Hilde and Mariemaia in a fierce glare as she lifted her fine
bonded hands. Instantly, Hilde realized their mistake and all but ran
over to slip the white kid gloves on Relena. She noted absently that
they were cream with rose edging.
Please don't let her flog me, Hilde thought frantically, lowering
into a deep curtsy as she murmured apologies.
Surprisingly, Relena smiled benevolently and waved them away. Greatly
relieved, Hilde took up position in a corner with Mariemaia, doing
her best to look equally chastised and fearful. Appearances were what
kept one alive in service to Lady Relena Peacecraft.
The bedchamber doors swung open to admit Madame Noin, followed by the
timid hairdresser, Cassinilla, who looked about ready to hide under
the bed to escape Relena's scorn. Today, however, the young mistress
seemed to be in a rather pleasant mood as she all but ignored the
fearful slave.
"Milady, the letter from your brother has arrived," Noin said in a
carefully guarded tone. Hilde had seen her cast eyes on the
Peacecraft lord and was greatly amused by the woman's attempts as
secrecy.
Relena eagerly held her hand out and took the letter, pausing to run
a finger over the wax seal before breaking it. She quickly scanned
over the contents without letting her head move, much to Cassinilla's
relief. Once her hair was brushed and woven with the small, twin
braids she favored, Mariemaia supplied a matching ribbon which the
hairdresser used to tie back the small braids.
"I want the diamonds today," Relena said with a glint in her eyes
Hilde found most unsettling. Mariemaia dutifully opened the large
velvet jewelry box and took out a pair of diamond earbobs, displaying
them briefly for Relena's approval before attaching them through the
lobes on her ear. On reflex, Hilde reached up to touch her own silver
earring, wondering how the diamond earbobs would look on her.
"My brother will be returning for the Harvest Festival," Relena said
brightly, looking to Noin as Mariemaia adorned her with the matching
necklace and bracelets. "I want everything in perfect condition for
him. Refurnish his old rooms into pristine condition, blue and gold
with copper accents. Spare no expense," Relena added thoroughly, her
excited clearly visible.
Noin nodded, curtsying slightly as Relena stood and moved away from
the ministrations of Cassinilla, who gratefully retreated to the
corner with Hilde and Mariemaia.
The Lady admired herself in the looking glass for a moment, patting
her golden hair and smoothing out the silk of her gown. "Bring me the
new slave, Heero."
"Milady?"
"Bring me Heero, and then go see Mistress Po about your terrible
hearing problems!" Relena snapped, nervous impatience shooting out
from her crystalline eyes. Hilde silently thanked the powers that be
she didn't have Noin's job.
"Yes...milady," Noin said in a soft whisper, leaving the room like a
whipped puppy, but Hilde saw the slight anger glint across the
Madame's features.
Relena waved her hand in dismissal to the three attendants in the
corner, "Remove yourselves for the morning."
Gratefully, the three of them filed out and into relative freedom.
Cassinilla had other duties to attend to besides Relena's hair, most
of them being menial housekeeping, but Hilde and Mariemaia's only job
was attending to violate Relena. They escaped back up to their shared
room, giggling slightly with the knowledge of poor Heero's fate.
Whoever this Heero boy was...
----------------------------------------------------------- -----------
No sooner had he settled into rhythm with Sarilyn and the dishes,
Noin appeared in the kitchen and caused quite a stir, snapping at
anyone who dared place a toe out of line. Sarilyn didn't pause in her
washing as her assistant was led away, but a little disappointment
trailed across her face at the loss of a good pair of hands. The
dishes would take twice as long, now.
Heero, for his part, felt apprehensive about meeting with Lady Relena
again and was not looking forward to it. He was mildly tempted to
grab a vase of the nearest table and smash it over Noin's head to
gain a brief flight. Maybe they would have him flogged. Flogging
suddenly seemed appealing compared to the monster that lurked in...
Rose silk.
"Milady," Noin said politely, turning and taking her prompt leave
after having deposited Heero in Relena's parlor once more.
Relena crossed her slim legs daintily at the ankles and seemingly
ignored Heero, looking up after her point was made. "Hello, Heero,
please have a seat," she said cordially, waving a gloved hand to the
stuffed armchair beside her.
After he had seated himself in the indicated chair, Relena seemed
merely content to stare at him in hopes he would lift his eyes or
move out of line and speak. Remembering well yesterday's encounter,
Heero wisely locked eyes with the carpet and kept silent.
Unfazed, Relena got up from her chair and walked over the fireplace,
drifting her fingers across the stone mantle, "What am I to do with
you, Heero? You're already marked for domestic work by your earring,
but I suppose I could always have it changed to copper. Would you
like that, Heero? There's an opening at one of the machines."
"Whatever pleases milady," Heero said in perfect imitation of the
dutiful servant.
Relena scowled with intense disapproval and quickly closed the
distance between them, grabbing Heero's chin and jerking his face up
to meet hers. Heero found himself staring at her cleavage and quickly
looked away, focusing on a spot somewhere around her forehead.
"I bought you for a reason," she hissed, releasing his chin and
backing away slightly, smoothing down the ruffled silk of her skirt.
"Whatever you may think of me..." Relena drew her eyebrows down into
a firm crease before quickly schooling her features into a far more
pleasing arrangement.
As if struck by a sudden inspiration, she crossed over to the door
and tugged on the braided cord. The door opened to admit one of her
attendants, a clever looking young woman with short cropped dark hair
and coal black eyes.
"Hilde, go and fetch Trowa from the stables. Quick, girl," Relena
added, firmly closing the door in the girl's face. Heero jolted
slightly at her mentioning Trowa. He was unsure of what Relena was
doing, and he didn't like the feeling one bit.
"You see Heero, I run this entire estate. There is no Lord Peacecraft,
unless you count my brother. Me, a woman, a dainty Lady trained from
birth to be like a vase. A pretty little vase," Relena whispered,
stroking Heero's cheek with one finger.
Heero had the most unnatural urge to rip the bloody finger off and
shove it down Relena's throat. It would send him a painful death and
forever destroy any hope of returning to his home, but at least it
would feel really, really good.
Presently, Hilde returned and led Trowa into the parlor. Hilde seemed
to know what was going on by the manner in which she whispered
something to Trowa that sounded like, "Good luck."
Trowa's answering nod was barely noticeable and he and Hilde quickly
parted as the Lady turned around. "Ah, Trowa," Relena all but purred,
moving away from Heero to brush her skirts against his legs. She
frowned slightly, taking in his disheveled form, "This won't do at
all," she cried, backing away as if the boy had the pox.
Emerald eyes blinked as Trowa looked down at his clothes, stained
with hard work in the stables. The musky odor of horses and outdoor
wafted off from him as he shrugged slightly and looked expectantly in
Relena's general direction, careful not to look her in the eye.
"Heero, come along," Relena called as if addressing a favorite dog as
she led Trowa from the parlor and into her adjoining bedchamber.
Crossing through that as well, she held upon the door to her bathroom
and waved them both inside.
Bending, she fetched two buckets from over near the impressive
porcelain tub and handed them over. "Fill the tub with hot water
from
the kitchens. Hurry, and take the slave's passage," she added,
knocking a wall panel to have it slide back and reveal a dark and
twisting corridor.
Heero followed Trowa, who at least seemed to know what was going on.
He hurried to walk along side the boy, whose longer legs carried him
at a much quicker stride. "Does she mean to bath you?" Heero asked
with great curiosity.
Trowa nodded slightly, glancing over in what looked like sympathy.
Heero felt a responding rise of anger and they made the rest of the
trip in silence. It took several trips to get enough water to satisfy
Relena, and once they were through she ordered Trowa to take off his
clothes and get in.
Not wanting to intrude upon Trowa's privacy, Heero edged for the door.
"Stay," Relena purred, nodding to an ottoman she had dragged in from
the antechamber. Heero uneasily sat on the fluffed stool and fixed
his eyes upon the floor, burning holes into the marble with his gaze.
Relena stood over him for a few moments to signify she was in
control, then went over and stood near the tub as Trowa knelt into
the water, which barely rose to his waist.
Relena sniffed at the cakes of soap along the cabinet and selected
one, handing it over to Trowa with a smile, "Jasmine."
Taking the soap from her, Trowa nodded and set to the task of washing
under Relena's interested eye. Once Trowa had conjured up a decent
lather, the Lady turned from the procedure and address Heero sharply,
"Go and fetch a bucket if water for rinsing."
Heero all but fled, grateful to leave the madness. Madness, madness!
Bloody hell, did Relena intend to bath HIM as well? Heero debated
fleeing right then and there, to hell with plans and consequences.
No, it went against his training for him to act without thought.
As he went further into the passage, the lingering fragrance of
jasmine faded until all he could smell was reassuring dirt and stale
air. Filth had never seemed so appealing...
~*~*~*~*~*~*End*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Woah, two in one day. Dare I try for three? It's not
even three o' clock in the afternoon yet! (I've been up since nine...)
Behold the power of Extreme Alternate Universe!
And, yes, because you've been screaming for it, there WILL be 1x2x1
action in this 'fic, I promise! Really! *hides from angry mob*
I'm all sad, no reviews for chapter five yet. Aww... *sobs*
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated! More chapters soon.
copyright 2002 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - "Violet" (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
Email me to join my Update ML (be alerted when I add new stories)
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